Philosophical Poetry - Poems on Life, Love & Truth

Poems on Life, Love, and Truth

I Visit

I visit
A domain within me;
Just mind,
No walls or doors.
Painted by time and
Emotion are landscapes of memory.

I visit,
I visit always,
Every reason but none in particular.
Sometimes I go to cry.
Tears on fields of regret fall
Watering seeds of ‘what-ifs’
that never seem to bloom,‌
But always present to visit

I visit.
A roundabout of the mind
I turn and turn around
Different horses but the same journey
I start and finish in the same place

I visit.
Sometimes I visit stars
Of missed chances to make my wishes
Sometimes I visit to thank
Ghosts of days gone by

I visit.
This familiar cage,
Which will never let me go.
I carry this place around
Even there on bright days are its shadows.

I visit
Here as a captain and crewman,
Difficult journey through stormy thoughts,
However much I try to find a way back home
But am caught up by drifting currents.

I visit
When I’m lost
In the maze of the present tense.
Sometimes I visit
Hoping yesterday will soon
Become today.

Repeating the same thing
But expecting different outcomes
It is a memory of visiting
I often do.

I visit.
I always visit.
For in visiting, I am,
Both lost and found again.

Filed under: 🜁 Self – tracing the inner landscapes of thought, feeling, and becoming.
Tranquility

For each of us,
His own song,
And own creative music.
For each of us,
A healing frequency.
This is tranquility.

In the silence between notes,
We find our rhythm true.
Each heartbeat a cadence,
Each breath a gentle refrain.
Our melody unfolds,
Unique as morning dew.

This harmony we seek,
Is found within our chord.
A personal symphony,
That opens every door.
To peace and understanding,
Forevermore.

Filed under: 🜃 Infinite – exploring the unseen forces behind creation, truth, and existence.
Today’s Greetings

With open hearts,
I greet the welcome words of today.

In each face sincerity and genuineness,
In each heart trust and confidence,
In each word truth and love,
In each act of kindness and gift,
In every message and word of today’s greetings.

The warmth of every smile
Is like a morning sun
Lighting up humanity’s common path.
An understanding slight nod head
Expression of love at first sight
That had gone through hardships
A gentle voice devoid of judgment

Strength of a handshake during today’s greetings
Comfort of an embrace as part of today’s greetings
Tomorrow’s hope lights up my smile

With arms wide open
I welcome today’s greetings

Filed under: 🜂 Other – reflecting on connection, relationships, and the spaces between souls.
My Voice

Find your voice,
They say.
I have found my voice.

They say pretend,
Misunderstanding,
Paper cuts on my soul.
They sting, they bleed.
This is not fine.

My voice to you is
Described as a whisper of a ghost.
However, to me
It is like thunder in my mind .

When told to speak out loud by you,
There are words that
I must take from the deepest part of me,
With every syllable
Struggling against my throat
And clawing to be let out.

On the other hand,
What you hear seems dry.
But for me, it feels
Like fresh wounds.

But if I have to
Call out to someone
In the next room,
I find myself falling into myself,
And my voice coming out
As though it emerged from the dawn of time.
It leaves me panting, empty,

Sometimes it sounds
Like I’m yelling
A cry in your ears;
While for me this is an earthquake
That breaks my soul.
The effort leaves me gasping, drained.

Peace is a soft shawl
Within silence.
At last,
My mind breathes.

In stillness,
And in mute moments,
I am complete.

Filed under: 🜁 Self – tracing the inner landscapes of thought, feeling, and becoming.
Breath Exchange

We breathe in
From nose up
To our mind,
And we exhale down,
An offering from mouth
To earth’s trees.

A very simple
beautiful cycle.
Delicate and vital.
One couldn’t exist,
If the other falls.

Earth provides the atmosphere,
We replenish it,
The balance is clear.
This Earth, a home,
Not ours to drain,
To plunder for profit,
For wealth and greed.
The chasm between
The rich and the poor.

Though all share
The same air to produce.
One atmosphere,
Enveloping all.
A borrowed breath,
A life returned,
In this resonant rhythm,
We are bound,
A reciprocal breath,
Sustains all life.

Filed under: 🜂 Other – reflecting on connection, relationships, and the spaces between souls.
Color the Magic

The sky above
Griffith Park is
Black and white,
A canvas primed.

Ancient light,
Millions of years old,
Dances gracefully
On a black surface
Of the universe.
Painting the seasons
With cosmic hues.

Stars holding hands,
Singing so brightly.
I climb the hill,
Bathed in the glow
Of the moon’s gentle smile.

And I watch the trees
Breathe. Inhale,
Exhale.

Leaves chatting
Each other up.
Colorful threads,
Connect the leaves,
To the sky’s light.

Connect the leaves,
To the forest,
And all of its life.
Connect the leaves
To me.

A surrender
In wonder.

Colorful threads,
Love.

Revealed.

In every breath,
In every beam.

Filed under: 🜃 Infinite – exploring the unseen forces behind creation, truth, and existence.
Lines

Boundaries blur,
Borders break.
Tension builds,
Voices rise.
Patience wears thin,
Like a fraying rope.
Lines are crossed,
When the screaming,
starts.
No one listens.

Filed under: 🜁 Self – tracing the inner landscapes of thought, feeling, and becoming.
The Stories of My Tears

Every night, as far back as I could remember,
I shiver. I cry myself to sleep.
It was the only way I knew how to fall asleep,
The only feeling I knew.

Tears are my friends. Each tear is a story,
A real life tale with colorful characters,
And the self I only knew through struggle, pain
And a mind separate of the body.
What I knew was not what I did.

The environment was hell, and the characters lost.
There was no writer, nor a script.
It was always impulse, reaction to an escape
Of a struggle within a struggle.
There was no time to pause.
A moment of reset could not be found.

I do not count sheep, I peeled tears.
I escaped so far away,
I lost the captain seat of my body and actions.
Born autistic, with no diagnosis.
Literally forced yourself to speak,
But words don’t come out right.

Born in a family of migrants,
Trapped in a civil war.
Unwelcomed anywhere.
At home, at school, outside in the neighborhood.
The only escape is the mind.

Every obstacle overcome was never good enough.
Constantly chasing normal.
And in my mind I know.
Yes, everyone is constantly chasing normal.
And we are all tired.

Can I be me? Can I find me beneath the graffiti?
Live your life. And I’ll live mine. A dream.
Can I live my life?
Mine will always include tears and smiles.
But know that my voice is mute.

I am too scared to speak my mind.
Always beaten whenever I spoke from the heart.
The soul is the only dialogue. Loud or mute.

At the end of each day,
All of the grima from the excessive stimulation,
A volcano inside is ready to erupt.
I take a very deep breath,
To bring light into the volcano, and simply live.

I escape for a fresh breath of another day.
The only possible faith, and only choice,
Is to believe in today, and in tomorrow.

Living such a life, God can only be found
In little moments. Not some place far away,
Nor living in my house.
I am in his house, and therefore,
He is in my moments.

Filed under: 🜁 Self – tracing the inner landscapes of thought, feeling, and becoming.
What Else?

From the deeper recesses of my brain,
I call forth whole worlds,
Whose births are unto galaxies,
From the tongue and fingertips.
They are bright spatial plains I create.

Then comes my magnificent creations,
Around which others revolve
Without knowing what compels them.
I attract.

Even though the gravity
Of producing pulls within my bones
I grow tired,
Listening to whispers similar
To that of a black hole,
Sometimes I rest,
Satiated by someone else’s food,
But the meal is empty.

I still carry on.
Whenever it fails
To elicit any interest from me
In isolation,
I move forward on the path
As impenetrable as a diamond.

What else is there for me
Except dying or creating?
I offer my own interpretation of the universe
Singing into the vast emptiness.

Filed under: 🜃 Infinite – exploring the unseen forces behind creation, truth, and existence.